She tapped her fingers against the table, trying to make something of what she's discovered.

Elena didn’t believe in coincidence. She believed in chances. And right now, she was seeing one long invisible thread.

A quiet knock came at the door, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Honey?” Matteo’s voice was softer this time. “Everything alright?”

She didn’t respond at first. Her pulse had started to quicken—not with panic, but adrenaline. She was close to something. Something big and she could sense it.

“I'm good. I just need coffee, if you won't mind babe?” She finally answered.

Matteo hesitated, wondering what to make of her attitude. “Fine.” He stepped out,...